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House Of Pain

Put Your Head Out

 

Put Your Head Out

(album: House Of Pain - 1992)


I rip shit like a bow when I flow
When I score points with the joints that I throw
Cause I flow deadly
I'm no punk see
I break backs, make tracks and get funky
There's now where to run to cause nobody cares
MC's drop to your knees, say your prayers
The luck of the Irish is about to kick in
Prepare to die and notify your next of kin
I'm going all out, buck, duck and call out
That's how I'm livin, punk you better call out
This is the House of Pain
To come inside is insane

[Chorus]

I'll put your head out [4x]
Jump up spread out
I'll put your head out
I'll put your head out
Put put your head out
Jump up spread out
I'll put your head out

Hey what up punk?(punk)
I'll put your head out
Who steps the booze
When the hoods wanna take a cruise
They're feeling the effects of the booze
Ain't no clues to hold with them fools
Who got smoked even though they scrat crews
You got bruise but I got the booma
Trigger to blast ya askin the bull
Take my life shit, I'll take you to school
In the do what's the difference if your think of droppin Jews
Carbon copy think you're so cool
Stop dreaming and hallucinating
You're caught up in a piece of pain
Clip clip, punk, now you're thinking oh shit
Quit while you're ahead before I fill you full of lead

[Chorus]

Blessed with the gift, and gifts with the rhyme
I never say quit when I'm out to get mine
It's live and let die, sit back and get high
Smoking a fat blunt, waiting for some punk
To act up like he's got something in him
Then I grab the mike and start spitting out venom
Coughing up headstones, blowing out headphones
Stepping to me, you'll wind up in the Dead Zone
It's nothing personal, that's how it goes, G
Step up with beef, and you'll wind up losing teeth
Cause I don't give up the mike that easy
Step back, this ain't government cheese, G
You can stand in line, but you ain't getting it
Talk all the shit you want, but I ain't sweating it

[Chorus]

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